Macie trudged along with Donald staring at the ground. Not only had she exploded her fears but now he probably thought she was a freak. Macie was the kind of person to want a lot of friends but getting and keeping them always proved hard.
'Sorry, I-' She never got the chance to finish as Donald rounded on her. Her body flinched but then relaxed at his calming tone. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. None of this is your fault." His voice held an honesty that Macie very rarely heard outside of her family.
Donald kept talking about how they had ended up here how each of them had something hidden. At this she nodded. That was true but she still didn't agree with part of it. There was no way she killed herself. It was a car wreck. Those last seconds of complete and utter fear for her child was something she couldn't fake. But she didn't want to bring up the subject of death up again. Not for a little while at least. It was clear enough that the people here before her had indeed killed themselves and it might not be the best time to talk about it. She'd wait a few days and talk to another one of the new ones. Maybe the man with the accent or the girl who had helped her.
Now they came upon an opening which lead to the huts. Donald went to lean on one while explaining how to find which was hers. 'Thanks...um...You're welcome to come in once I find mine. I-I'm not one for being alone.' With that she smiled and entered the nearest hut. As Donald said the first thing she did was go to the hunt. Slightly hesitant as this might contain private things that weren't hers she opened the truck.
Right away Macie new this was hers. She picked up small yet well put together blanket. Macie had gotten this on her first Christmas. Luckily her mom was great at reparing cloth and it was in pretty good shape. Smiling she sat it in her lap and reached for the next thing. It was a large book titled Lord of The Rings. It was Macie's favorite series and her sister had gotten her all the books in one a few birthdays ago. The book was clearly loved as it was doggy eared and worn down. Still it made Macie feel a lot better as she sat in on the blanket.
Finally Macie was at the last item in the trunk. She brought it out and her breath caught in her throat. It was a heavy scrapbook. Macie had started it when she was just ten and now it had about thirty pages, front and back full of pictures. The first page was just of her parents. The next seven or so was Macie and her sister growing up. From their birth to their first car they aged from page to page.
Then all of the sudden an extra person appeared on the pages. Finny grinned slyly back up at her. A teen Macie hung on his arm and for about ten pages it was just the two of them. Then was Macie by herself holding a pregnancy test. Her smile was small in the picture and didn't meet her eyes and it stayed that way for the next few pages as her belly grew.
Finally a dim picture on its own page was shown. It was Macie holding Lindsay for the first time and it was clear her smile was back. With five pages left each held her daughter. On the last page was her with Lindsay on her lap as her daughter ate cake. It was her third birthday.
Macie spent a few moments staring at the picture before gathering her belongings in her arms and standing. 'Donald!' She placed her things on the bed and stuck her head outside. 'Its, um...it's mine. You wanna come in? I-I could show you a picture of my daughter?' Her voice was hopefull as she stared at him. 'Only....only if you want though.'